The Letter V
pheh
the nerve. you pour your soul. your spell it out a by b by c..and
still, silence is your answer. thats the shit part with expectations.
once again, i fell into that trap. and i have to swallow my own friggin
words. what the friggin fuck.
why why why. why do i torture myself. if only there s a button that you
can just click "off". if only that thing called feelings is chalk on
the blackboard that you can just wipe off with a spit on the palm. if
only if only. bleagh. *fedup*
vent alita, vent. well yesserrie, here i am venting muthafucka.
tap tap, there it goes.
clap clap, go on, burn in the shadows.
what the hell am i pissin on here man?
WHAT?
oh .. hey…there it is.
its just my back aching like an apple trapped in a fucking twisted piece of metal.
